Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.